https://youtu.be/i5C3wth2v_w I Remember, I Remember Coming up England by a different lineFor once, early in the cold new year,We stopped, and, watching men with number platesSprint down the platform to familiar gates,“Why, Coventry!” I exclaimed. “I was born here.” 5 I leant far out, and squinnied for a signThat this was still the town thatContinue reading “I Remember, I Remember : Philips Larkin : ( 1 ) : : Poem Reading : Tom O’Bedlam : ( 2 ) : : Childhood Poems : :”
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Born Yesterday : Philips Larkin : : Daughter’s Poems : :
Philips Larkin ‘s ” Born Yesterday ” Written for Sally Amis, the daughter of Larkin’s friend Kingsley Amis and his first wife Hilly, sees Larkin wishing for whatever will make the newborn baby happy. We , at many time see that an extraordinary and remarkable persons have more expectations placed on their shoulders, which theyContinue reading “Born Yesterday : Philips Larkin : : Daughter’s Poems : :”
Mother , Summer , I : Philips Larkin : : Mother Poems : :
Mother, Summer, IMy mother, who hates thunder storms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there;But when the August weather breaksAnd rains begin, and brittle frostSharpens the bird-abandoned air,Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-bornAnd summer-loving, none the lessAm easier when the leavesContinue reading “Mother , Summer , I : Philips Larkin : : Mother Poems : :”
The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :
The TreesThe trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too,Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles threshIn fullgrown thicknessContinue reading “The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :”
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